Yuma Yowl
Childhood living
Is easy to do
The things you wanted
I bought them for you
—from “Wild Horses,” by The Rolling Stones
“hey, pioneer!”
was the hiss &
i was pissed.
my gun’s a
ghost, the
sheriff’s
toast
& wild
horses
couldn’t
drag me away
from this hellhole.
this badge is just a
couple of melted shotgun
slugs and we go way back.
i traded a revolver for this here
holster and a couple of these
dinged up posters. i know
you’re all shot up, but
you look good, man.
you’d be roiled with
worms and a fathom
down into the depths
of the quickest
swamp and
you’d still
